Over the waters far there came, At the birth of the evening star, a voice Like music low; Unto the heart alone it spake, With the stress of the ocean tone. "Mine is the reign of peace," it said; "Day's restless throbbings cease in me; The fevered glow Of her o'erwearied feet subsides Beneath my kisses sweet. "My starry arch doth link this calm Of twilight to the brink of her Pale sister-hour, While trembling shadows weave in one All stranger souls that grieve. "Light is the keen-edged blade that cleaves The spirits kindred made in dreams; My gentle power Breathes into souls apart a sigh From the day's breaking heart. "Noon hath no gift of tears; her eye Burns with a glance that sears the wings Of tender thought; And from its lidless fire, aghast, All fairy throngs retire. "Night is the elder child of God; His brooding spirit mild, as ere The light was wrought, Still for its wonted rest returns To her dark-sheltered breast." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LOVE AND SLEEP by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES |